Dear Urist McBabypoppers and your husbands,
there are more of you than I thought.
As of today, more than 10% of the population of 216 (!!!) dwarfs at Urnflashes of Autumn are underage. Yep.
26 children and babies.
Entire team is babies.
I warn you I'm gonna draft every single young peasant I see into the army.
... except the mayor because he's, well, the mayor, and a pretty decent one at that, and the peasant of the same age he's in love with because... because they're kinda cute together and I don't want the mayor to tantrum. Also, she's not underage anymore. And I really shouldn't need to give excuses as to why I won't doom kids, dammit!
So yeah.
They'll get all the discarded equipment they can find. Most will end up with leather armor and unmelted iron maces. I am in dire need of disposable meatshields.
Don't look at me like that. I warned you twice before. TWICE. But noooo you kept... doing whatever you're doing, and I seriously hope it's that spore thing else I'll never be able to even look at all these beds again. You brought that upon yourself. I'm kinda sorry the kids will suffer for your stupidity. No, wait, YOU will suffer for your stupidity. Knowing my people, they'll die fast and in a happy mood, if not ecstatic. You, however, will become miserable, trample tables, feel better, and then get sentenced to a well-deserved beating just when you became sane again just because you're dumbasses. And the beating will be long and painful and very probably deadly, seeing how the last one went. That's what gonna happen.
This fortress has an ungodly amount of haulers. UNGODLY, I SAY. We can't afford more useless citizens. We're just a barony, too! It's not like the king has come with the whole of his court and family!
Last and ultimate call: I may show mercy if you have one kid, and let them lead a civilian life. Consider this place China frow now on, only more democratic... yes it is more democratic, I'm not censoring any of your media... what was I saying? Oh, right. More democratic, less goddamn sexist, and with more magma.
No love,
your Overseer who never liked children to begin with